Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Blue and Young

The flowers in my front yard
looked like angry canker sores
(or maybe the opposite,
yes, the opposite)

And oh the sky
looked so blue
and so young, that
I too felt blue and young.

If competition is our nature,
why do I scribble and think,
while some lift weights, to grow
muscles to crush me to mixed-berry powder?

Once crushed, though, I can be
poured into water/
should you drink it, berry flavored,
maybe you'll scribble and think too.

And maybe you'll
look up at the blue, young sky,
thinking
"What was in that water?"

Then the flowers (so far from
canker sores) will grow in your
yard; you'll smile.

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